ReDiscovery

An incessant rant + reflection on the things I've discovered, that have taken place & that are in motion in my life.
Indulge me.
This picture was taken at Eglise De Dieu En Christ on Ralph Ave in Brooklyn, NY. It was on a Sunday in, I want to say 1993 or 1994. When church was over, we’d pile into the family van praying we didn’t have to go straight home. All four of us looked forward to the once a week opportunity to go to the corner store and get a bag of chips or 5cent candies. Or to go to Maxine’s Bakery for some Haitian patties and my favorite, Cola Lacaye Champagne soda. As we’d delve into our goodies, our father would drive us to 34 Butler Place for the weekly visit to our grandparents home. There waiting for us would be Sunday lunch. Chicken, rice and beans, banan peze (sweet plantains) and on occasion (if I was lucky) lasagna! Once we spent a few minutes catching up with our grandparents, we’d run off to go say hi to our uncles. They’d play and joke around with us. By the time we knew it, the time came for us to head home. It’s a nice 30-45 min ride to Far Rockaway, Queens from Park Slope, Brooklyn. We’d say our good byes and Grandpa and Uncle Frantz would slip us money. I feel old saying this but those were the days.

This picture was taken at Eglise De Dieu En Christ on Ralph Ave in Brooklyn, NY. It was on a Sunday in, I want to say 1993 or 1994. When church was over, we’d pile into the family van praying we didn’t have to go straight home. All four of us looked forward to the once a week opportunity to go to the corner store and get a bag of chips or 5cent candies. Or to go to Maxine’s Bakery for some Haitian patties and my favorite, Cola Lacaye Champagne soda.

As we’d delve into our goodies, our father would drive us to 34 Butler Place for the weekly visit to our grandparents home. There waiting for us would be Sunday lunch. Chicken, rice and beans, banan peze (sweet plantains) and on occasion (if I was lucky) lasagna! Once we spent a few minutes catching up with our grandparents, we’d run off to go say hi to our uncles. They’d play and joke around with us. By the time we knew it, the time came for us to head home. It’s a nice 30-45 min ride to Far Rockaway, Queens from Park Slope, Brooklyn. We’d say our good byes and Grandpa and Uncle Frantz would slip us money. I feel old saying this but those were the days.